The Night I Met H.G. Wells

There is a bar I frequent on the way home from most of my retail shifts.  Sometimes J meets me there, but just as often I go alone, and I enjoy it.  I almost never strike up conversations with the other patrons, but occasionally someone will make small talk with me.  Last Friday was just such an occasion.

I had worked a crazy shift and when I got to the bar I was looking forward to just kind of zoning out.  I pulled out my phone so I could check my email and see what I'd missed on twitter.  Some guy was standing next to me waiting for his takeout order, and he saw my phone and asked, "Is that an iPad?"

I suppressed my derisive geek laughter, and simply answered "No, it's a Droid X."  I smiled and went back to my business.

I have no idea what the fuck he meant by his next comment but I swear he said "A Droid X? I didn't know they came in flavors!"

Really. I've gone over & over that in my head and I don't know what else he possibly could have said, or what he thought he was saying.

So then I started typing a reply to an email, and he saw me typing, and asked "Are you texting?"

"No, I'm actually sending an email."

"An email??!!?!?!?!" 

I waved my hand over the phone all magic-like and said "Next I'm going to browse the web."

He grabbed his bag of food, and said "That's awful!"
I yelled after him, "No, it's awe-some!" as I saw him climb into his time machine, apparently to return to the Stone Age.